I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

When he opened his eyes, he was already floating in space.

"Holy crap?"

Before he could even fully open his mouth, a memorable scene unfolded as he turned his head.

In the distance, a dense formation of warships is turning.

Rows of blue and white lights lit up at the muzzle of the main gun, all pointing directly at him.

"No, why again! Wait, no—"

A burst of light.

There wasn't even a sound.

In that instant, he was completely engulfed by countless laser beams, leaving not even a trace.

The scene inside the formation changes again

Qiye hadn't recovered from the intense shock of being bombarded by the fleet.

Suddenly, I found myself standing on a muddy path.

Just as he was about to speak, his foot suddenly gave way and he fell into a deep pit filled with sharpened wooden stakes.

Before he could even shout, everything went black.

The scene changes again.

Arriving in the desert, his lips were cracked with thirst, and he stumbled along.

Finally spotting an oasis ahead, he scrambled over and drank straight down.

Then everything went black, and he collapsed by the oasis, never to rise again.

Scene changes

He stood on the edge of a cliff, where the wind was strong.

A loud shout came from behind him. He turned around and saw a dark figure rushing towards him.

Then his foot slipped, and he fell backward.

Change again.

He was running peacefully in the woods when suddenly a broken piece of wood fell from above and hit him right on the top of his head.

Change again.

He was warming himself by a fire in the snow when an avalanche came.

Change again.

He stepped on a poisonous mushroom, his leg swelled up like a pillar, and he eventually killed himself.

……

Finally, Shiya stopped all sorts of elaborate ways of dying.

He squatted down, held his head in his hands, and gasped for breath.

"Damn... the ways I died... were really quite varied..."

He chuckled dryly, but his face showed utter despair.

"Fleet, poison water, broken wood, mushrooms... Did I blow up the galaxy in my past life?"

"Who wouldn't go crazy if they died like that?"

Chapter 211 Died So Many Times

Outside the formation, March 7th clutched Xing's sleeve, somewhat flustered:

"Why does he look so pale right now? Is something wrong?"

Can we see what's actually happening?

Xing shook her head:

"We can't see it. Only the one manipulating the formation can see what's happening inside. At most, we can see the reactions of two people."

"Why is Lord Fu Xuan's face so pale?"

Qingque came closer.

"Look, the Grand Diviner seems to be trembling a bit."

I've followed her for so long, and I've only seen her like this twice.

One time it was due to the Qiong Guan Formation being overloaded, and another time... well, never mind, I won't go into details.

March 7th became even more nervous: "Does this count as overloading? What if Qiye blows up inside?"

"It shouldn't explode."

Although Xing said that, her eyes never left Fu Xuan.

"If Fu Xuan is still continuing, then there should be no problem. If any issues arise, they will definitely be resolved."

On March 7th, she could only comfort herself and calmly watch the two of them.

Inside the formation.

Qi Ye finally calmed down and looked around, only to find that the space was completely white.

Just as he was wondering what scene from his memory this was,

"Rest at Night".

Fu Xuan's voice suddenly rang out.

Qi Ye turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

Fu Xuan actually showed up there, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Little Fu Xuan."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to crack a joke to ease the tension:

"How about it? Could all the ways I died be enough to make a book called 'A Thousand Ways to Die in the Galaxy'?"

I think it will sell very well.

Fu Xuan completely ignored his joke and simply stared at him quietly.

"Have you... never had an easy time?"

Yes, there are.

Qiye thought for a moment.

"The time we were bombarded by warships, it was actually quite fast; we were gone before we could even react."

This was much more comfortable than the mushroom incident.

The mushroom one was the worst; my leg swelled up like a radish, and I even prescribed medicine for myself, which only made things worse.

In the end, it's unclear whether he died from poisoning or medication.

"Stop talking."

"Honestly, I still feel like a medical miracle when I think about it now."

"If someone could heal someone like that, even Bai Lu would have to kowtow three times to me."

"Rest at Night".

"exist."

“You…” Fu Xuan bit his lip and turned his face away.

"You clearly told me that you had just slept for a long time, which is why you didn't come to find me."

You never told me... that this is the truth.

Every time you leave, it's so painful..."

She simply couldn't continue.

Seeing Fu Xuan like this, Qi Ye could no longer laugh.

He scratched his head, walked over to her, and looked down at her face.

"Little Fu Xuan, you weren't crying, were you?"

"I will not cry."

Fu Xuan immediately turned his face away, but his eyes were red.

"I just... I just didn't expect you to experience so many deaths."

Have you counted how many times you just experienced this?

"I didn't count," Qiye said honestly.

"I can't count them all. And the further I go, the blurrier it gets. There are some I can't even see how I died."

“I’ve counted,” Fu Xuan said, bowing his head. “From the time you entered the formation until just now, there have been a total of nineteen deaths.”

This is just the tip of the iceberg that Qiong Guanzhen can deduce.

You've actually experienced even more.

Qi Ye blinked: "So, did I break the record?"

"You're still laughing." Fu Xuan felt a tightness and pain in his heart, and said aggrievedly.

"What's so funny?"

"But you can't cry."

Qi Ye stood up and looked at Fu Xuan with a smile.

"Come on, take a deep breath."

"If those three outside saw your expression, they'd think I'd been killed."

Fu Xuan had no interest in paying attention to him.

Qi Ye sighed, her voice unusually soft:

"Little Fu Xuan, I'm really fine."

I've died several times, but every time I've crawled back up.

This wretched body may be useless, but it's got enough life.

I didn't take it to heart, so please don't feel bad for me.

"That's why I..."

Fu Xuan stopped mid-sentence, not finishing the second half of his sentence.

Fu Xuan finished speaking, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were stuck in his heart.

She raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, and when she looked up again, she managed to regain some of the dignified composure of a diviner.

"Alright. I lost my composure. You don't need to mind me."

"That won't do. When you're angry, I don't dare to move. But when you smile, I'm overjoyed."

"Nonsense." Fu Xuan finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Look, he's smiling." Qi Ye grinned. "As expected, our Lord Fu Xuan looks best when he smiles."

"Shut up." Fu Xuan glared at him, but his gaze was no longer as intense.

She stopped smiling and said seriously:

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Do you still want to continue? I created this space to protect you.

Once you leave, you may continue to experience the same things that happened before.

Moreover, the memories that follow will be more vivid and more dangerous.